The Really Tall Guy: Obviously not his fault, but the vertically-blessed guy
always finds a way to stand directly in front of people shorter than he.
Sometimes, the giants are nice about the situation and simply move to one
side or away from groups of smaller people. Other times, they just stand
there and don't give a fuck. Whatever works.

The Drunk Guy/Chick: I am for alcohol as much as the next person, but I
can't comprehend what appeals to people getting retardedly drunk at
concerts. I mean, don't you want to be able to remember the show?
Regardless, you know that there's always going to be those people that
stumble into everyone else, shout loudly when the band hasn't even come
on stage yet, and puke all over your shoes. Yeah.

The Obsessed Fan: I will always be a fan of music. That does not mean,
however, that I will paint my face and put in hours of effort to attempt to
look exactly like one of my favourite artists. You can blame these people for
the high prices of t-shirts, as they need to buy every single one available.
They also love screaming out lyrics to songs as if the song was actually
written for them and them alone, and they'll raise a stink if anyone else
suggests otherwise or tells them to shut the fuck up.

The Bad Singer: People presumably go to concerts to see their favourite
bands, of whose lyrics they may choose to sing out for all to hear. That's
fine if you've got a decent voice, but not so if it sounds like a wolverine
caught in a threshing machine. And the person responsible for the
screeching has absolutely no idea what they sound like, generally. Good
lord.

The Person Who Claims To Know The Band: We've all met this douchebag.
This guy talked to Eddie Vedder as he was coming out of a bathroom stall
at TGIF, and now he's all of a sudden best friends with all of Pearl Jam. And
he can totally hook you up with mad tickets, bro. Back stage and
everything.

The Hipster: I get that you might have discovered the band before I did.
Really, I do. You don't need to constantly remind me how much better they
were before they signed that awful record deal to that greedy corporation
and sold out. Of note: person is probably wearing toms/crocs and wears
bottle glasses.

The Complainer: Why haven't they played "insert famous song here" yet?
Why is it so cold in here? Where the fuck is the bathroom in this shithole?
Why are there so many people in my way? How come I can't get close to
the stage? Why were the corn dogs sold out? Ughhh, this band sucks
anyways. I don't even know why I'm here. They haven't even played
"Pumped Up Kicks" yet. That's the whole fucking reason I came to this
dump. Fuck this band, I'm leaving.

The Mosher: Mosh pits are expected at most heavy concerts. If you do not
plan on being bumped around/are bringing your girlfriend, it's probably not
the best idea to get floor seats. Now, there is a code of etiquette that goes
along with taking part in violently smashing into other people to the beat of
"Hammer Smashed Face". 1) Don't hit people who aren't moshing. This is
pretty fucking obvious. 2) Help someone up when they fall down. 3)
Throwing punches will probably get you killed. And you gotta love those
people that nail you in the back because they are trying to get to the
action.

The Bro: Hey man, were you just lookin' at my girl? Were you? That's not
cool man, not fucking cool! Why don't you take a fuckin' picture so it'll last
longer?! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?! I'LL FUCKIN' BEAT THE SHIT
OUT OF YOU FOR LOOKIN AT HER LIKE THAT ohsorrysecurityguard

You could add the security guard that takes his job way too seriously, the guy that's there alone (often is the really drunk guy or me), and the guy that is preventing you from getting up against the barricade and you both know it but you wait for a chance to uncomfortably squeeze in but he doesn't let you.

"The guy who went to see the opening act but stays to see the headliner and complains the whole time that they suck and when you ask him why he doesn't leave he says "I want to get my money's worth""

I plan on seeing letlive. again soon, but I am DEFINITELY leaving after their set. I don't care how much I pay, I am not sticking around to listen to and be around the fans of Pierce the Veil and Miss May I and something else awful.

The drunk is the worst. I was at a Dance Gavin Dance concert and some fucker decided it was a smart idea to come down to the floor and he spilled more than half his fucking PBR on me when he finally realized it wasn't a good idea to be down there with a beer in hand in the first place.

When I saw Immolation last night, the mosh pit during Jungle Rot was literally just five fat guys in various states of undress and one tall social outcast wailing on each other. Then one of the shirtless fat guys tried to start a fight with a smaller fat guy. His tiny, casually racist girlfriend was hitting him in the ass as he tried to stare down this dude.

This so hard the last time I saw AFI in NYC. People on either side were alternately trying to get to the middle, meaning everyone in the middle was just getting crushed. This was before the opening acts even started, resulting in my yelling "CHILL THE FUCK OUT" to get people to stop, which, surprisingly, worked, lol.

"I guess what I'm saying is, fuck downriver Michigan"

Nah, that same exact scenario (minus the casually racist girlfriend) happened in NYC, so I think it's just something to do with Jungle Rot, haha.

Lol I'm definitely the first one as I am 6'3, but other than that I hate all those other kinds of people at shows. The worst for me was when some asshole thought it would be cool to push me into the mosh, it took fucking forever to get out of that brodown.

An obnoxious mix of #'s 3 and 7 is the screamer: that guy who stands directly next to you (ALWAYS next to you) and screams out songs that they want the band to play. Now, many people do this once or twice throughout the show, but not this guy...no, he'll never be satisfied until the band plays the song he called out 67 times at the top of his lungs (39 of which he called out while the band was playing other songs). Then, after the band FINALLY plays the song he wanted (which they were going to do anyways cause it's their biggest hit), he's so impressed with his success that he calls out another song for them to play. This goes on until the band is done playing, at which point the guy becomes disappointed that they didn't play the song he was screaming (his fifth of the night).

lol so many 1's, i'm a 1 as well and usually will move out the way for opening acts but when the band i want to see comes on then i don't give a fuck. oh, and for some reason i can't help but constantly scope out hot chicks, no matter who's playing or how good the music is

"You covered it in 10's description I guess, but you missed out the "Overprotective boyfriend" as one of these people. Something I think I've seen at every single gig I've been to."

Also, this. I've seen that guy--had his arms wrapped around his girl, which I thought was cool, until I realized that he was going to throw 'bows every time someone got within a 3-foot radius of them. Which would still be all right, if he wasn't in the very damn front-center of the crowd.

I was trying to read a book outside at my college this girl starts chatting emotionally with her friend. She cursed so much in that 5 minute span I think she even outdid me. I was impressed, I should have gotten her number. Also talkin to some random girl today about lame straightedgers are. Im not completely ready to give up on humanity yet even if I hate my current town which I plan on leaving in December.

Usually I'm a solid singer (average voice but I can hit notes so it's not screechingly bad) but I could just hear off-key I was at the concert last week. It might've been the bands playing in a different key than studio or something idk

you should add a discussion for the sweaty gross mofuckers who dunt wear deo

That's like all the guys in the middle of the floor. I don't even care, and I get a face full of that shit.

The worst experience I had with anyone at a concert was with a girl who for some reason needed to be in the front of the room but hadn't made any effort to be there for the past hour or so, and then 5 minutes before the main act started she tried to wriggle herself in front of me.

Also why are you guys so fucking tall. What are you all drinking it's insane.